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National Day I say no and I call it a sad Day, for you folks in the UK, stop believing in a St. Lucia fantasy, it is true you left your St. Lucia and have gone into marriage with your beloved UK, your dream of a prosperous St. Lucia is all in your head because of love for your Island, yes the beaches are still there, and the sun is hot, the rain dampens the noonday heat bringing cool breeze to the land, the mountains are still majestic to behold, the old folks in your generation has now all pass away unto their rest, which makes you daydream, your little fifteen-minute visit puts a pep in your step, and your eyes are blinded to the misery of the Island. Hurrah for you, get a real look around you to see the un forgiven plight independence has caused to the Island, we have become a nation of beggars, sold our birthright to foreigners because we don’t have the right stuff, our so-called leaders are nothing but scavengers and opportunist, nothing to do with the Land The People or the Light, of course, you are on the brink of disaster moving fast on a one way dead end road. Those who have ears listen carefully, your leader's greed has darkened and placed a choke hold on our Island, the poor have been neglected, the sick are dying for lack of proper care, and your crops are ruling for lack of love for the land, your old is without hope for lack of hospitalization, your children are being sold to the highest bidder for lack of knowledge spoiled by commercializing propaganda, foreign diplomacy of treacherous intent, and you think to say happy National Day. Once lost can never regain, this generation was led astray, to crimes and violence liars, like a pack of hungry wolves preying on their neighbors, I invite you to bring your wealth to St. Lucia it all will have lasted but one day, modern pirates Roam both parties of the government, and jackals roam the streets. Come stay here if you dare, maybe next year you will say Happy Sad day St. Lucia. Again I say to the Fox: Fox my man! You nailed it, to further elaborate on your unique observation let me say St. Lucia had no business being independent when all it does is panhandle, begging for bones, the so-called elected leaders for the past decade have been blind beggars acting like kids playing at a tea party with dummy stuff dolls. They fight among themselves for the bigger piece of the pie and scrabble with name- calling lies, and deceit, no wonder this country St. Lucia is in a shit hole with murders by the score, still they fight and scrabble among themselves instead of standing tall and being true heroes to the cause, asleep at the wheel they are, let me tell you what they are not, truthful no, lazy yes, greedy yes, innovative thinkers no, bossy yes, fresh, yes, stupid yes, brilliant no, those are the people who have represent a failing Island, captain the ship is sinking. The biggest heartache of all is that the Island produce and has among those failures people of true grit and brilliant top-notch sons and daughters, however, they are not given a chance to shine, and we all know why?.

It came upon a midnight clear, that Christmas feeling, I recalled that magical month of December growing up as a little boy in the parish of Micoud, oh Micoud you who have kept the seat of power since the ruling of John Compton that land pirate, not much good came out of him, but he never begs to disgrace his homeland, he did little for the people who place him in power, and after he came worse scavengers, Micoud was left in the stone ages, left for ruins, a dilapidated slaughterhouse and the stinking drain that bouquet the air inside the village, say three cheers to the bastards that use my people good generosity and blind faith. With a penny in my pocket, I waited anxiously to bum a ride to the neighboring Desruisseaux, bazaar, and festival, a penny could go a long way, the people were alive with gallantry and fun. Who would have thought a decade later St. Lucia my St. Lucia would become a habitual beggar, its leader's great men like my grand uncle M. Lewis rule this Island with distinct and benevolence, using the God-given resources given to us, indeed it was The Land The People The Light, we made do. Then came the vultures, circling and swooping down to have a feast, they beg for money to build a hospital then stole it, they beg for money to build roads, then stole it, they beg for money to build the airport, then stole it, yes those modern-day beggars eventually sold your beloved country to foreigners for a bone, the foreigners use they're interrelated know how to feed their greed and sit back and watch them slowly decay. Now the dark clouds are gathering above you St. Lucia and no one to shelter you from the storm, your leaders have shown the scavengers how to steal by their actions, they talk in the daytime and plunder in the night oh what shame they have brought to your shores if you could only find one person who says the truth from either group of pirates who rule over you then maybe you could survive for another year. Lies and malice are at the forefront of the agenda, they have perfected the lying technique, because they don’t have anyone to be accountable for their devious plunder, given a choice I would have them all thrown out and seek a just man or woman to save fair Helen. It seems to run in their blood the lies and the cheating which they do in many different forms, citizenship was the lowest blow to you my people, that brought in all the rats from a sinking ship to your house, and now you are infested with all kinds of malicious rejects who is now strong enough to topple your little island since citizen was their way of profiting only to embezzle the funds they have no vision or knowledge nor do they want too. You now live among a collective of strangers who will soon run you out of your homeland, they have started placing their leaders in a key position, their people has built their own little nest like China Town, and its Triad other scorpions will now dig in to form a vicious circle. It is not as if they meant well to our once peace-loving people of two dominating people the gina and the coolie, the have and the have not, it has always been that way everyone knew their place and life was in abundant, soon you will ask yourself where are my native people now. second-class citizen. continue reading…

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